No.

Emma was used to telling Sam anything and everything in her life. This was different.

"What? Oh, ya I'm listening. Sorry Sam-just spaced out a little." Emma muttered.

"Ok, so what happened with Clayton? I texted you last night, but you never got back to me. I was up for hours waiting. You can't leave me on the edge of my seat like that girl!"

"Listen, Clayton didn't work out ok. I don't want to talk about it. Lindsey was there and-" Said Emma blushing at the horrible memory.

"Whoa! Lindsey was there when you asked him? What did that stupid skank do this time?"

"I said I don't to talk about it. You will probably hear about today anyway."

Sam didn't look happy, but she didn't push the issue any further. It wasn't like Emma to not tell her something. Emma tried to clear her head, and focus on what Layla had told her. She still couldn't wrap her hear around that fact that she was some kind of succubus in training now. As she sat there, her eyes drifted over to her Sam. She was wearing really short jean shorts and a tight t-shirt. Emma's eyes traced the smooth curves of her toned legs and belly. She bit her lip and felt her cheeks growing hot

Whoa! Where did this come from! Why am I so fucking horny im looking at Sam of all people!

This really wasn't like Emma, but there was no denying it. She was getting more horny by the minute. There was a warm glow coming from deep inside her. Her wondered what would happen if she kissed Sam right here on the bus. Emma shook her head violently.

Fuck! What did that bitch say? Succubae need sex like a ****?! This is really not good.

When they got to school, she and Sam had to split up to go to different classes. Emma walked through the horribly familiar hallways to her locker. Even through to confusing mess of thoughts racing in her head, she noticed something odd. Some of the looks she were getting weren't the normal ones. There were the usual casual sneers from her many bullies, but she was getting other looks too. Guys would turn their heads as she past. She caught one do a full double take like in a movie and stare at her with his mouth partly open. Clearly people recognized her, but they also thought she hot now. That made the warm glow get hotter.

First period was ****. She sat as far back in the room as possible, an pulled out a notebook. She tired to write down some kind of plan, but it was no use. After twenty minutes, she found herself just sitting their staring at Her history teacher's pants as he lectured. That was really weird. She had never thought of Mr. Fischer like that before, but now she couldn't stop wondering how big his cock was.

She crossed and uncrossed her legs again and again. The guy sitting next to her glanced over to frown at her fidgeting.

"You ok?"

"What? Ya, I'm good." Emma said-hearing how breathless she sounded.

Finally it was too much. She had to get out of there to deal with the problem. Emma raised her hand and asked Mr. Fischer if she could be excused. Once out of the class room, she had to find where to go to relive herself. The bathroom, behind the gym, janitor's closet?